Ageing Gracefully

As the sun rises and sets,And the moon dances across the sky,An ageing lady smiles,Never asking why.
 You see she hasSeen it all before,In its endless cycleFor one and all.
 She has seen wars,Lost those by her side,She has also seen new life,Both have made her cry.
 The times should have hardened her,Yet her heart is made of gold,Her love stretches to all,Young and old.
 Even if she couldn’t afford,She would buy everyone a treat,No hidden unwanted gifts,Everyone says neat.
 You see this lady,She knows us all,She has seen you grow,From short to tall.
 She has seen you go,From crawl to stand,After all these years she knows what you like,Even if she can’t comprehend.
 Modern technology,A skill she states she does not own,Yet she can still turn on a t.vAnd use a portable phone.
 She has aged gracefully,And got on with the times,Never would she get caught speeding,Or get a nasty fine.
 Instead she slows,Watching the scenery go by,Remembering the good old days,Making out images from clouds in the sky.
 In those days ladies wore dresses,Stockings covered the thighs,Now it’s jeans or skirts,Slashed or short and well past knee high.
 She doesn’t judge,She just grins,In the good old days,That was almost a sin.
 Her teeth may not be her own,But soon neither will yours,With all the sweets she bought you,Some from off shore.
 So smile at this lady,Show some respect,Help her with the odd thing,Even if she hasn’t asked you yet.
Soon enough it’ll be your turn,
As each day you age...